The ground below my feet" elevated 
Instinctively programmed there for me 
No thoughts  my visions clear not [bad word] 
I'm here because you're here 
(You've got a problem now) 

The speck of fear grows in your eyes 
You'll meet your death in no disguise 
It [bad word] as a small surprise 
There will be [bad word] for you 

No problem can't be solved temporarily 
Then soon it gets forgotten that you exist 
Sounds echo underground nauseating 
I'm here because you're here 
(You've got a problem now) 

The speck of fear grows in your eyes 
You'll meet your death in no disguise 
It [bad word] as a small surprise 
There will be [bad word] for you